Years turn into wind

Chapter 135 Great Success

The sound of horns on the battlefield, like the howling of wolves tearing through the darkness, once again tensed the atmosphere within the Marshal's residence. Soldiers quickly assembled, their swords and spears reflecting the firelight, illuminating their resolute faces. Ling Xiaotian stood high above, his gaze sharp, observing the enemy's movements.

Cheng Yuwei stood behind him, her hands clasped tightly, feeling the thick murderous aura in the air. Although she felt a little uneasy, she was also determined—she would no longer be the woman who could only watch from the sidelines.

"Xiaotian, this wave of attack seems to be more fierce. Their target may not only be the granary." Cheng Yuwei analyzed. She brought the calmness and logical thinking that she had cultivated in the laboratory to the battlefield, becoming calm and resourceful.

Ling Xiaotian nodded slightly when he heard her voice, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. "Indeed, Liu Yuan's motives are not simple. Perhaps they involve the covert support of other forces."

At that moment, a horseman galloped over from a distance, bringing back news of Lin Ting. The cavalryman dismounted, knelt on one knee, and hurriedly reported, "General, we've found some military supplies and letters in the tunnel. This appears to be evidence of collusion with a warlord in the south."

Ling Xiaotian raised his eyebrows, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes: "It seems we have caught a big fish."

Cheng Yuwei was deeply moved when she heard the news. She knew that Liu Yuan's move was not just to disrupt Ling Xiaotian's camp, but also to stir up trouble behind the scenes and weaken his power.

"Yuwei," Ling Xiaotian turned and held her hand. "This situation may affect the military forces of the entire border. I need you to stay in the mansion and ensure stability in the rear."

Cheng Yuwei looked him straight in the eye and said firmly, "Xiaotian, I will not back down. You need me by your side. We will face this together, no matter how difficult the road ahead is."

Suddenly, a warm feeling welled up in Ling Xiaotian's heart. He nodded and held her hand tighter. "Okay, then, let's fight together."

As the night deepened, the enemy troops in the distance came within sight. Soldiers stood by at the front, their horses neighing softly, as if awaiting a bloody storm.

At that moment, Ling Xiaotian suddenly sensed a strange presence—a familiar and dangerous feeling. Turning his head, he saw a figure silently appear in the night. It was Liu Yuan, with a victorious smile on her face.

"Marshal Ling, you're truly formidable." Liu Yuan's voice was soft, tinged with sarcasm. She approached slowly, a flicker of jealousy flickering in her eyes as she glanced at Cheng Yuwei.

"Liu Yuan, tonight is the end of you." Ling Xiaotian responded coldly, his hand secretly pressing on the hilt of the knife.

Liu Yuan chuckled, "The end? I'm afraid you underestimate the depth of this game. Do you think this is just an attack? No, Ling Xiaotian, this is a much bigger game."

Just as the words fell, a burst of hurried horse hooves sounded from the distant woods, and another army that did not belong to any side slowly appeared in the moonlight.

The clatter of horse hooves was like thunder, shaking the earth slightly. Soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes searching the darkness for any trace of the enemy. Ling Xiaotian wondered if this sudden arrival was friend or foe. Cheng Yuwei, beside him, could sense the growing tension in the air and couldn't help but hold her breath.

Liu Yuan's smile deepened, with a cold glint in her eyes: "Xiaotian, you thought you were in control of the situation, but in fact, you were just being led into it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the army approached, its banners fluttering in the night wind, revealing a familiar emblem—the symbol of a major southern warlord. A cold glint flashed in Ling Xiaotian's eyes, and he understood Liu Yuan's plot.

"It seems that your supporters are bolder than I expected." Ling Xiaotian said coldly, and moved his fingers slightly, signaling the soldiers beside him to get ready.

Liu Yuan raised an eyebrow, seeming to enjoy the drama of the moment. "But don't worry, I'm not here for them. What I want to see is you destroying everything you cherish with your own hands."

Cheng Yuwei looked at Liu Yuan, anger rising in her heart: "You keep saying you want Ling Xiaotian, but why did you want to hurt him?"

Liu Yuan's eyes were cold, revealing a hint of jealousy and hatred: "Because he will never choose me. And I can't tolerate you standing by his side."

Ling Xiaotian's eyes flickered with complexity upon seeing this. He took a deep breath and whispered, "This battle can't be dragged on any longer." He quickly gave the order, and the soldiers around him immediately responded, forming a battle array to meet the enemy.

The battle erupted in an instant, with shouts and cries of killing shattering the heavens and flames flying everywhere. Ling Xiaotian charged into the fray, his sword brandished, his soldiers following him like a tide. Cheng Yuwei watched him charging, feeling both pride and a faint sense of unease.

Liu Yuan retreated to the rear of the formation, observing everything with a cold gaze. Her lips pursed, as if she were pondering her next move. However, at that moment, she suddenly sensed someone approaching from behind. She spun quickly, only to see a shadow flash by. Then, a sharp pain pierced her. She looked down in shock, only to see a dagger pierce her shoulder.

"You—" Liu Yuan's eyes widened, but before she could even scream, she was restrained by the shadowy figure. The figure said coldly, "Liu Yuan, you've gone too far. The Lord doesn't want you to ruin the whole situation."

Liu Yuan gritted her teeth, pain and unwillingness flashing in her eyes: "You...you betrayed me too?"

"No one is truly loyal to you, Liu Yuan." The black shadow chuckled and then dragged her into the darkness.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Ling Xiaotian was engaged in close combat with the enemy commander. Amidst the flashing of swords and sabers, he noticed movement in the distant woods. His heart sank, but he remained focused on the battle at hand. Cheng Yuwei, clutching a short knife tightly, stood at the entrance of the Marshal's residence, silently praying for him.

As time went on, the enemy gradually began to lose strength. Ling Xiaotian's eyes flashed with a cold light as he led his soldiers to defeat the enemy all the way, eventually forcing the southern army back outside the forest.

By the time the battle was over, the sky was already alight. Ling Xiaotian turned, his gaze settling on Cheng Yuwei. Across the smoke of the battlefield, they stared at each other, as if the entire world had fallen silent.